Predictably Unpredictable

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things. - Robert Brault True. Absolutely true. Diwali, a festival of lights, which is celebrated with great enthusiasm and zeal all over the country brings huge and vibrant smiles on all our beautiful faces. I am called pretentious by a few people when I ask them not to use crackers this time. But that is just normal for me. I am called pretentious every second day when I try and ask someone to avoid doing something against the rules. But I am not the only one who experiences this. Actually, most of us are against the use of crackers, however, it is the spirit with which this festival is celebrated that leaves us all elated. Since it is a tradition to exchange gifts with our loved ones, I was standing at a sweet shop with my parents buying sweets that were to be exchanged the next day. A small and not so clean hand surreptitiously moved beside me and I could see a small and innocent looking child c...

It is so different yet so familiar History repeats yet it is so unclear Will it happen soon, now that it has repeated again The unspoken words, the regrets and all the same complaints remain Because all the seasons of life have something to teach You will learn and unlearn at every stage you reach When things take their own turn, let that allow The same fortune, the chaotic pieces do make sense somehow. The silliness behind the maturity, the sheen behind the dullness will probably bloom like a flower in spring Strange thing is, even if it is repeating, I still can't predict what this will eventually bring But keep the faith and let good things unwind Because as it is rightly said, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

What if the world was a maze And you were alone What if you were stranded somewhere In a place unknown What if there were no boundaries And religion didn't exist Would there still be war Or this journey would have been a peaceful tryst? What if there was no segregation And the rich and poor were alike The immense joyhood and celebrations Would have lightened faces worldwide What if the sky was green And the leaves turned blue What if hate could change to love And things became too good to be true What if time could stop As and when required What if we could pause and bring back People and memories that we desire What if life didn't exist And all this is just a dream Will you rather wake up Or relive all that you have seen? I get this thought and then think of it all What if there is a whole new world on the other side of the wall I then sit back and think about life's maddening race What if I leave everything aside and enjoy it at my own pace.

All introverts are writers. All writers are introverts. While none of the two statements is true, the former never ceases to interest me. Being a 'Self-Proclaimed Introvert', I always found inner peace in writing stuff. But thinking oneself as an introvert is something one would always refrain from doing. Not very fascinating, right? Who would like to be called an introvert? Introverts are shy, aren't they? No! Or maybe they are. Or maybe we can't generalise stuff. But whatever be the truth, I stayed away from writing because I never wanted to face the fact of being one of the Oh-so-looked-down-upon group of people: Introverts. Until I could not help but face the fact of being one, and trust me, it is not bad. Neither it is a disorder! In fact, it is a wonderful feeling in itself. So here I am, a proud introvert, finding my way through writing stuff, pouring out some of my endless chaotic thoughts (which I would not otherwise do). So Let's Get Started!